A Dog's Purple Feast

A Dog's Purple Feast

A Poem by IamDale

"I loved that purple slipper"

Purple, girly, adorned with butterflies,
Hey, that slipper was once mine.
I know it's quite funny how I once owned that,
But as a 4 year old, jealousy would never stop.

Surrounded with girls of all ages,
All of them grandma gifted with those beautiful slippers,
Where's mine I asked, my grandma stopped and thought,
Then pointed, my son that purple one in the corner.

Young as I was, I never mind, purple or pink
What counts is I had a slipper like theirs.
Crazily, they wanted what I wore,
To surprise you all, it had heels and
Higher than theirs.

Funny when I remember these things,
But you know what's funnier is that,
I liked that slipper, comfortable to wear and soft.
I'm now blushing, embarrassed and all.

But sorry to inform you all,
When I was showered with 2 more years.
I realized what boy' wear and do so,
The boyish I, made the dog had a purple feast in the afternoon at 2.

© 2011 IamDale

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I emphatically agree with Toxicinity here, with childhood comes imagination and sometimes the imagination is inspired by the most obscure of objects. Sometimes children grow out of the magic and turn into adults who cannot see the beauty in life nor the simplicity of things and how amazing it is. :)

Posted 12 Years Ago

This really can't be explained! When we're young, sometimes our grown ups see us in the way they want us to be. Those "beautiful slippers" were probably the jealousy that others felt and wanted more. Being showered with gifts is nothing more than being spoiled. Growing up and facing reality is another thing.

Posted 12 Years Ago

Stunning in a way I am not sure can be explained. It holds a childhood memory almost though perhaps not a entirely accurate one. Aside from that it was wonderful to read even if I contradict myself countless times in this review.

Posted 12 Years Ago

This poem is really nostalgic...
I've got items too,
that I used to love when I was younger,
but now, I don't care about them anymore.

Posted 12 Years Ago

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Added on September 27, 2011
Last Updated on September 27, 2011
Tags: Memories



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